One could easily argue that all fiction is, in some sense, creative non-fiction. After all, a writer doesn't come to the page devoid of experience. And it's that experience-coupled with a dollop or two of imagination (not to mention a whole arsenal of mechanics)-that turns the writer's non-fictional event, at least in the writer's mind, into a story worth telling. If (s)he's lucky, and has perfected his or her craft, it's also a story worth reading. Ah you may say or think. But what of science or speculative fiction? I'll be the first to concede that both of these genres-if I may consider...
One could easily argue that all fiction is, in some sense, creative non-fiction. After all, a writer doesn't come to the page devoid of experience. An...
What follows (part dialogue, part monologue, mostly rumination) is a series of letters I wrote to my two children, Chris(topher) Russell and Alex(andra) Sophia, over the course of 24 years. The first letter is one I wrote to my son on his day of birth: November 25, 1991; the last is one I wrote to my daughter leading up to her twenty-first birthday on June 8, 2015. Some letters are missing from this publication: they're either lost to other computers, other hard drives, other floppy discs-or are still in storage in the Bronx. I may or may not be able to recover them ever again. What, then,...
What follows (part dialogue, part monologue, mostly rumination) is a series of letters I wrote to my two children, Chris(topher) Russell and Alex(andr...
